The instructor looked at the students who were having a heated discussion. He smiled and said, "I bet that she will get thirty."
Thirty! The entire class was surprised. Ye Ying turned to the lady beside her and scoffed, "Thirty? Our instructors have high hopes for Ye Jian. No wonder some people say that our instructor likes Ye Jian."
"Really? Ye Jian only came yesterday. How can the instructor like her so quickly? Who said that?"
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Ye Jian had already aimed her gun at the target. It was black and white. She could see it clearly. Her gun was loaded and the safety catch was opened. She placed her finger on the trigger lightly and held the gun firmly. She placed the butt of the gun against her shoulder. Her elbows were on the ground. Her eyes looked through the front sight. They were in the same line as the target. She was ready to shoot at any moment. She was waiting for the command.
